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Fox had woke up from a nightmare where the Lylat system had been invaded by Andross, and was unable to fight the evil genius. He sat up in bed, his breathing rapid, and his body felt a chill as if a breeze had blown through his room. He listened in the stillness, trying to pick up any sign of an intruder in the blackness, his bed creaking when he turned to rise to his footpaws. The carpet felt nice on his pads, though his gun was cold like a floor tile in the morning. He steadily caught his breath, and with his eyes adjusted to the darkness, sat back down on his bed. Such a waste of time to be on guard for a non existent intruder. At least he was calm enough to go back to bed. He covered himself with a blanket, and he closed his eyes like a nightshade covering a window, a smile slowly spreading on his face like an accordion. In his dream, he was dreaming of putting branches through a woodchipper.

He was unaware there was a whirring sound in his room, with what he was dreaming about, and a hole formed like a pit from Metal Gear for the NES. Its black void extended enough that Fox's bed looked more like a plank falling into the dark abyss, though after what seemed like several minutes, the black void was soon filled with shimmering stars bedazzling a night sky, their distant glows guiding Fox's bed to a strange new world. His body violently jerked awake, sending his luxuriously pillow spiraling as it plummeted to the ground below. Fox's eyes widened when he saw how quickly ground was approaching, his fur pushed back by the wind, his scream filling the air. His green blanket was swept by the wind and fluttered behind with nothing to catch it. Fox was too concerned for his safety to think about catching it. A loud "Boom" filled the air, and not much was left of Fox's bed, save for his shattered bed frame, its splinters covering most of the newly formed crater. He let out a monotonous, long groan as he shakily stood himself up, his vision seeing quadruple of everything dancing before him, spinning around like a dryer's tumbler. Once he vision was no longer impaired, he took a step before collapsing from fatigue. Fox was too weak to stay awake.

When Fox awoke, his vision was groggy, but as soon as his vision returned, he saw he had been taken to a room. It's carpet was soft and brown, and the walls were white, but were strangely cotton like. He stood up and looked around, finding there were a few other bunk beds and a single door with a number pad next to it. He stumbled over to it, his body sore from the impact from the previous night, and his clumsiness caused him to crash into the door, making him fall down to his butt like a bully had pushed him down. The next moment, the door wooshed as it slid open, revealing a slender, green sergal wearing a white lab coat standing outside in the hall. "Good morning," he said as he smiled. Fox looked up and rubbed his butt, noticing the sergal had a clipboard and a pen. "Where am I?" he asked as he shakily rose to his feet, his body aching. "You're at Divers Artifacts Manufacturing National." "Damn." "Yes..." "No, damn as in, I'm not home," Fox said as he looked at Sergal, and took note the sergal was slightly taller than him. "My name is fox," he said, as he held out a hand for a handshake. "The name is Greenaldo." Greenaldo's voice had a softness to it, and both parties had firm handshakes. "I'm the head director of this facility, and don't worry. This place has a hospital wing." Greenaldo stepped wrote with a pen, its pointed nib gliding across the form with ease. Fox watched, a little uncomfortable with the whole situation, but he didn't want to start something. He did not even know where the exits were! Greenaldo and Fox exchanged information, much to Fox's reluctance, and he wrote everything down with such ease, it was as if he were writing on air.

Greenaldo screwed the cap back onto the pen once everything was written down, and he placed it onto his lab coat's left pocket before reaching into his right pocket and pulling out a pocket watch, his tail rising and moving around like a snake. He beckoned Fox to follow him a locker room and had a change of clothes all ready for him to wear, making Fox feel even more uncomfortable. He had never seen a sergal before, and he noticed that the sergal only wore the lab oat, which was unbuttoned. He knew they could not be at a lab, and if they were, the sergal could be breaking codes, but he did not bring it up as maybe they were doing something else. He smiled at Greenaldo, before the sergal left Fox alone, and once he was naked, Fox felt something strange. He opened the locker and saw a small television set inside, his eyes glued to the flashing screen, and before he knew it, he walked out of the employee locker room into the main production area. Greenaldo had used a new device that would hypnotize others, and he had built in a speaker to talk to Fox once the fox had green swirls in his eyes!

"Good, this is great!" Greenaldo said, elated the new product was a success. He ran to Fox and gave him a hug and escorted him over to a machine. It pounded and rolled, filling the area with loud booms, and cutters added "slngs" to the sound. Everything worked like a robot, working together to keep everything up to speed. "Come, jump in!" Greenaldo shouted with joy, though Fox looked at it with a bit of worry. "Wouldn't I get hurt?" he asked, trying to resist climbing into the machine, though he found it difficult. His arms were shaking as he tried to keep himself from grabbing the side of the machine and placing himself onto the conveyor belt. Without much success, he slowly moved down into the machine, which puffed to life. Fox screamed as the machine worked its magic on him, releasing steam while his body contorting and spreading everywhere as the machine mashed and pulled him everywhere before he was slop. The machine sat him down, and he slid out, only to enter another parto of the machine. As the machine bounced to life, Fox found himself screaming, but not so much, and Greenaldo was pressing buttons on the side. Fox's body son began to twist tightly as the machine pulled him from one end to the other, and the machine did not appear to be stopping any time soon. "Ding!" and Greenaldo grinned when a door in the machine pened to reveal a rope. Greenaldo grabbed it and sent the rope on its way.

Fox found himself a couple of weeks later being held by loggers, their hand rough and course, but strong as steel. One logger grabbed Fox and and tied him down to one end tossed him over the truck to another logger, who pulled down hard on Fox and then he tied him up. The loggers were a little baffled at the moaning coming from the rope, but it was the only rope they had to use. Fox's body did make a nice rope, and he kept the logs from separating and falling out of the back of the truck, though his body rubbed on it without his control, but he moaned some more as he vibrated from the truck's bumpiness, his face reddening from embarrassment. Once the loggers had delivered the logs, Fox was no longer needed by them. They gave him to an explorer who felt the need to pull builders to get strong, and away they went. The hiker came to the boulder, its bulkiness and size was ten times of the man's body, but he felt with the rope, he could do anything! He got one end of the Foxope, and dashed around the boulder, singing a song so gaily, the flowers danced around him, and the boulder grew legs to dance with the man as well. The two danced about for a few minutes, leaving the poor rope to be forgotten, and in an instant, the sky turned black with stormy clouds. Rain poured onto the ground, and Fox found himself quickly wound around the boulder before being tied tightly, his body having stretch to accomodate the size of the humongous boulder. The hiker had a difficult time pulling his former dancing partner in the mud, and he slept several times trying to get the boulder to budge, but nothing worked. Lightning struck the ground next to the boulder, mang it grow legs and running in the direction the explorer was pulling in, causing the hiker to get pushed into the mud before being dragged through it.

Greenaldo was returned to DAMN, and Greenaldo returned Fox to normal before bathing the poor guy, and he nursed him back to health. The hypnosis never wore off, and once Fox was returned to normal, Greenaldo ordered him to climb into the machine again, and Fox complied without question. Once again, the machine puffed to life, and steam rose from the machine, only ceasing when Fox was slop once more. He entered the second part of the machinery and moaned as he was stretched out; however, he was not squashed like last time, but instead, he was stuffed to the brim, his body slowly expanding like a bedding for someone to sleep on. His mouth was sealed shut, and Fox found he couldn't make a sound; however, he felt and heard everything else as he watched himself be lowered into some kind of space, it's coldness indicating it was not often used. He felt himself warm up, his face turning a sligh red from embarrassment, and a hint of pink arose from pleasure. The device rang again once Fox was complete, and he was ejected from a different door like a cassette tape being removed from a radio. A metallic claw with rubber grips lowered from the ceiling, and it grabbed Fox in its rubbery grasp before being lifted to the ceiling. The mechanical claw, controlled by remote control, was placed in a big empty room. Greenaldo was next to enter, but he used a door, like a normal person, and he nonchalantly approached his new mattress.

He ran a hand over Fox's smooth belly, feeling the soft fox before he stepped onto him. Even with added weight, Fox failed to be pressed. Greenaldo began to jump on Fox McMattress, smiling at how bouncy the fox was, his bounce as high as a startled cat jumping when spooked. He had with him a pen and clipboard, and he began to stop his bouncing, only to write down what he had experienced before lying on his new bed. It felt as though he were on a cloud, and he could not help but fall asleep, his eyes closing slowly as Fox's warmth seeped into the sergal's body. Greenaldo felt so good, that he did not need to toss or turn, and he smiled as he slept despite not having any dreams. His body had made no imprints of itself in the mattress despite how soft it was, and Fox blushed some more as the sergal continued to rest upon him, feeling sensual. If only he were not a mattress, his arousal might have given him away, but he was only a mattress. It took several days to pass before Greenaldo awoke, his yellow eyes scanning the room. He felt refreshed and well rested, his hands quickly reaching for his pen to continue to fill out the form he was writing on. Fox had watched Greenaldo sleep all night, and he felt the sergal's softness as well, and now that the sergal had gotten up, he felt a little cold. Greenaldo left the room in a hurry, leaving Fox alone. Fox began to sigh a little, well... he thought about sighing, longing for the sergal to rest upon him in the nude, lusting for their naked bodies to touch, but then the claw lifted Fox again before taking him to a machine.

This machine was different. It was beige in appearance, and it only had a short conveyor belt that led in and out of the device. It was diminutive compared to the other one, but it had just a rainbow of buttons splayed upon it. Greenaldo pressed a blue button, and the device began to vacuum Fox, squeezing and compressing him as it sucked him into its insides, and a squeak and moans came out of the device, and another "Ding" was heard. Fox rolled out from the machine and began to bounce around with glee. His face was in the front, and his ass met with his face, and he smiled happily while Greenaldo gave chase. Greenaldo bgan to sprint faster. "No running in the halls!" he said with authority, ignoring all the other employees that were performing their duties. He instantly caught Fox and began to use him like a hacky sack, their faces were wearing smiles, despite Fox being kicked around. There were slaps and bloobs as Fox bounced upon the floor, jiggling after every bounce. The two arrived at an unoccupied room, and it was empty of any kind of machinery, making it the perfect place to play some Handball. Greenaldo gently tossed Fox into the air before using a hand to hit Fox to the wall, and it made the perfect sound to Greenaldo's ears, and he leapt towards his left to hit Fox when the Fox bounced off the wall. Eventually, a man stepped in, and it was another sergal who went by the name of Sleeves, who had purple fur on his back, upper tail, and the top of his head. From his nose, to his cheeks, and all the way to his belly were grey, and his undetail was grey as well. His ankles and feet were gray. He had dark purple stripes going down his back as well.as his arms. The toned sergal was nude, and he joined Greenaldo in the game of handball.

At first, they were just bouncing him off the wall, laughing and cracking jokes, but then they began to get competitive. They began to hit Fox McBall harder and harder, and they jumped left and right as they hit him, making him bounce harder and harder against the wall. It took but a few minutes for the duo to get tired, and with one final hit, Sleeves hit Fox into the wall, making him bounce off and hit Greenaldo, knocking the sergal to the floor! Fox ricocheted around the room like a pinball, narrowly missing Sleeves while pelting Greenaldo a good twenty times before resting on Greenaldo's belly. Sleeves laughed his ass off at what had happened, but Greenaldo was displeased; however, he was much too exhausted to do anything. Instead, Sleeves squished Greenaldo flat before taking the two to Greenaldo's machine, and once it was on, he placed a wooden paddle and the two onto the conveyor belt before the three became one. They were moved out of the machine, and were a perfect paddle ball, and Sleeves got them and began to play paddle ball, with Greenaldo as the string that kept the ball from escaping the paddle, but Fox enjoyed it immensely. When Sleeves was done, he returned his boyfriend to normal, but Fox was to be a ball forever and ever, to be kicked, hit, bounced, and rolled.